It started quietly. Just a twitch. A moment that passed quickly and shallow.
No evidence remained of its visit.
Its become more persistent. More loud. More demanding. Lingering.
Etching itself deeper.
The people around me hear it too.
"What about work?" It asks.
In my journey, I've died and been reborn many times.
Each time I am more connected. Less attached. More open.
I have been given the time and space to become myself. To heal. To listen.
This insistence on work persists.
How do I "work" and continue on my path of healing?
Which passions do I share? Which do I keep private?
What gifts do I have to offer? What do I want to receive?
What is it that I am seeking?